I heard the first note on a train out of townA certain je ne sais quoi was ignited With the flair of a madman, sprung out of my chair Slammed emergency stop and alighted Waltzed up and down the boarded up boulevard Enjoyed the sensation of the silent street Underscored by the tune of a tuba at noonWhich put the soul back into my feetSpinning round to the downtown dive barA subterranean musical flavour A menagerie of brass bells and ornamentsEach a new spectacle to savourShe’s a saxophone on a Sunday nightA rollercoaster of instinctive groovesDazzling, golden and just out of sight I’m inspired by the way that she movesOur passionate energy rises and simmersShe whispers to me at the end of the song A paradise blossoms from the words that I hear-‘If music be the food of love, play on’————————————–Lena Hadley called us from Hampshire, UK.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems